Chapter 11 The Scene of a Large-Scale Werewolf Game

Seeing that Han Kaiwei was not playing by the rules, Fang Ze was stunned for a second. However, he had already planned everything. How could he let Han Kaiwei escape? Therefore, he shamelessly ran a few steps and leaned over again. He even said in a friendly manner, "Brother Han, are you going to the meeting? You're going in the opposite direction." Seeing that the other party was so enthusiastic, Han Kaiwei couldn't continue to pretend not to see him. Therefore, he could only raise his head and squeeze out a fake smile. In his usual sloppy voice, he said, "Hehe, is that so? Oh... I do seem to have gone the wrong way." Although Han Kaiwei did not like the criminal in front of him, he still had to cooperate with everyone if he wanted to survive in the Investigation Department. Therefore, after saying this, Han Kaiwei asked casually as he walked back to the right path, "What's wrong? Little Fang, why are you looking for me?" Seeing that Han Kaiwei had finally fallen into the trap, Fang Ze was relieved. He followed the plan and said with a smile, "Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that I haven't gained much these few days and I'm a little anxious. So I wanted to ask if Brother Han has gained anything." Upon hearing this, Han Kaiwei couldn't help but look at Fang Ze strangely. Although he knew that this was the result of the brainwashing from the task force, when he saw a criminal working so hard to collect evidence of his crimes, he could not help but feel that the other party was very... retarded. Then, the thought that he was actually competing with a retard instantly made him feel even more retarded. Therefore, he also calmed down. He narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "My gains? I didn't find much." Hearing Han Kaiwei's words, Fang Ze snorted and said in distress, "Looks like no one found anything this week." "I've had a particularly miserable haul this week." "All that was found was the ashes of some dead birds that had been burned." "I found some flying insects in a strange state." "I analyzed the existence of a fourth Awakened." "In fact, I even analyzed the abilities of the fourth Awakened." "It's just..." Han Kaiwei almost choked on his saliva as he listened to Fang Ze's words. He patted his chest and coughed a few times to calm himself. Then, he looked at Fang Ze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Was he showing off? Was he really showing off? Han Kaiwei had just suspected that he had an ordinary relationship with this criminal in front of him. Furthermore, there had been some conflict because of the surveillance yesterday. Why was the other party chatting with him? Now he understood. The other party probably didn't like him because of what happened yesterday. Therefore, he came to the meeting to show off and anger him. However... Wasn't it a little silly to show these off to him? He was a criminal. Would Han Kaiwei be angry if he showed off by showing how much incriminating evidence he had found? He would only feel that it was ridiculous. He felt that his roommate was really too innocent. He had been casually fooled and believed him. He was still the best. At least he had worked hard to fabricate a persona and even created a "young dragon" to fool Wang Hao. How sincere! He then glanced at his "colleagues" who were sitting on either side of the rectangular conference table and chatting quietly with the people around them. For some reason, Fang Ze thought this looked especially like a large-scale Werewolf game. Furthermore, it was one with 20 Prophets and one Werewolf. Fang Ze mentally simulated the "game." "Please open your eyes, Prophet." Oh... Everyone else opened their eyes. Only one Werewolf was still there with their eyes stupidly closed. Furthermore, the Werewolf thought that he was a Prophet who couldn't open his eyes... Fang Ze remembered his experience in playing Werewolf in his previous life. How did Werewolves usually handle situations like this? Well... How could such an extremely unfair role allocation exist in the game! Fang Ze was even more disconsolate. "F*ck the reality..." What? He couldn't swear? He had to be grateful for life. ... Meanwhile, just as Fang Ze was feeling grateful, the Commissioner arrived. The Commissioner was the middle-aged man Fang Ze had reported to earlier. He was not tall, about 1.68 meters, with a big belly, a round face, small eyes, and a double chin. He always had a smile on his face. He seemed very gentle. Well... This was Fang Ze's previous impression of him. Now, his mentality was different. Looking at the Commissioner again, Fang Ze realized that although this man looked rich and kind, there was actually a glint in his small eyes. Moreover, he did not walk unsteadily like other fat men. Instead, he walked with a majestic gait. Coupled with his fat body, Fang Ze felt that he should have no problem beating up two Fang Ze's. The Commissioner was still very dignified in the entire Investigation Department. He smiled all the time and looked harmless. However, as soon as he arrived, the entire meeting room instantly fell silent. Everyone could not help but sit upright. Their gaze followed him as he walked to the head of the meeting room and sat down. When he reached the head of the table in the meeting room, the Commissioner covered his mouth with his right hand and coughed twice. Then, he lowered his hand and said with a smile, "Let's start the meeting."